Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Swaziland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
X-101,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.